Scar From Wuthering Waves Novels & Stories

Scar felt a dull snap as he flew several meters in the air to hit a mammoth tree which broke his fall. He groaned animatedly, staying on the forest floor and holding to his sides where the broken rib was already healing. Their sassy laughter filled the forest as usual, and he rolled animatedly on the ground for effect, perfecting his act. “Get up sissy,” Wade said, making their laughter increase. Scar lay there for a second or so more, basking in the little window of rest he had.

Faith's vulnerability. Panic surged through Scarlett. She darted aside, revealing Frederick standing nervously behind her. "This is Dr. York, he can heal Mr. Faith, I promise you! Please believe me!" As Scarlett stepped away, Varek's gaze collided with Frederick's. Frederick's face displayed a hint of embarrassment. But before he could react, Varek exploded in a fury. With a deafening roar, he launched a vicious punch at Frederick. "You audacious whelp! How dare you return here!"

The woman had opted to leave his presence butt-naked, instead of letting her oldest friend see her with Scars. Wait. She’s ashamed of me? Ashamed to have Wolf see her with me? Jesus. What do I have to do for her? “Scars!” Wolf thundered. “Seriously, man…” “OK, OK!” Scars shouted back, grabbing all the papers off the floor and piling them on the desk. “Coming…” He flung the door open, and Wolf glared at him. “Cummin’, huh?” “Not like that,” Scars said, though he truthfully had a hard-on that was damn near killing him. “I was actually sleeping.”

They had a frown on their faces, even though scarlet was waving enthusiastically. As Scarlet pulled up to her house, she was taken aback by the stern faces of her family members waiting for her on the porch. Her grandfather, Trump, and uncle, Thomas, looked like they were ready to scold her, their frowns deepening as she stepped out of the car. Lyssa, her sister, seemed concerned, but also a bit annoyed. Scarlet's enthusiastic wave was met with a mix of disappointment and anger, and she could tell that something was off.

All of a sudden some bikers came forward from behind them and drove past me as they were now surrounding me with their bikes, roaring the engine to scare me. "I didn't know that cats are this clever to play with those kinds of toys."The Scar face said all of a sudden, getting into the conversation. Oh, I forget he speaks. He looks good when he keeps his mouth shut because whenever he speaks up it doesn't help at all. In fact his voice and presence sucks up your confidence leaving you stammering. "That shouldn't bother you." I said looking direct in his eyes but when he raised his bruised eyebrow at me,I started to blink several times and quickly diverted my gaze away from him.

Chris wasn't happy reminiscing his bitter moment with my sister. I can't believe Emily will do this. Is she that cold-hearted to do this. "Are you okay being my wife?" he released his full gaze on me. His grey eyes were shining so brightly. "yes, I am. I'm kinda happy to be with you." I said blushing. "will you perform your duties as a wife, you will be with me till death do us apart, and in return, I promise I will cherish you till my last breath." he kissed me so passionately after me nodding my head.

Thorne propelled her forward, despite the dangers that lay ahead. As they walked, Scarlett couldn't help but reflect on the battle they had just fought. The image of Freda, transformed into a formidable wolf, fighting with such grace and ferocity, was etched in her mind. She admired the way Freda had honed her skills, studying the ways of the werewolves for years. It was a testament to the strength and resilience of the human spirit. "I have to admit, Freda," Scarlett said, breaking the silence, "your knowledge of the werewolves and your fighting skills were incredible. I never imagined you could unleash such power."

the witch breathed in relief. Scarlett tried to loosen some of her powers from its cage, but she could not. She focused more, but it seemed it wasn't working, and more and more she was drawn towards the witch. In a moment of panic, she wriggled her bare toes, and balls off colourful sand, struck the witch directly on her face. The invincible hold on Scarlett loosened, and she found herself lying flat on the ground. She did a backward summersault, and ran into the dark forest, not once looking back. Unknown to her, she'd erased her facial features from the witch memories when the sand had hit her on the face. It was perhaps a moment of awakening for her.

, Anna heard a voice saying and she wondered who it was coming from. She heard a switch somewhere and the room was lit and she Gould see the faces. She did not need to be told who Scarface was as she could see it on his face. The scar on his face ran from his forehead down to his neck and she wondered who had left such a nasty mark. The rest of his face wasn't in good shape either. He had burns on his skin as if he had been in a fire. It was an ugly mess. His mouth was twisted to the side. She couldn't even bare looking at him, he sure looked scary.

A few Months Ago. Scarlett. Beta David dragged me across the floor by my hair. The pain on my scalp was incredible. My eyes stung with tears. I tried to blink them away; I tried very hard, but they won and started flowing freely. My skin scraped the ground, and the harsh stony sand scraped my bare skin. I wasn't even allowed to mourn my father's death when they were ready to do away with me.